Thursday, August 1, 2013
There was one stretch near the end when I kept getting the same driver each night as I left the office anywhere from 10pm-4am. One night in the middle of a big closing, I was going home at 4am to shower, take out my contacts, and then come back to the office for a 5:30am conference call (which everyone else ended up forgetting about except for another poor associate at a law firm), and the driver asked if I worked a night shift. I told him no and that my working hours start in the morning. He was shocked and asked me, "Why do you work such crazy hours?" and all I could say was, "I honestly don't know."
The last straw was when I worked every day of December, including Christmas! I was on vacation with my family and I was miserably working in my sister's bug-filled basement as I could hear the happy Charlie Brownish muted murmurs and footsteps of everyone having fun upstairs. Not too long after that I started looking for a new job and planning to leave NY.
So even though I complain now and am so tired I'm doing the sleepy head bob like the pugs in my drawing, it's still better than what my life was like 4 years ago. Not to mention that I was also pugless those years!
Sorry this post is so long and rambling. My brain says it's time for more caffeine!